The Lost :: By Jim Towers

I awakened to sweet music playing on my clock radio, as I always do, and I thanked God for the good and complete rest I had just had. Then I opened the blinds to a marvelous morning and asked our Father to direct me to others in need of salvation, prayer or help along life’s way.

With the Covid fiasco fading (and other more serious viral infections being perpetrated in other parts of the world), we here in South Florida are now able to get out and about without the government breathing down the back of our necks, and so I took off for my ministry station – the fishing pier. But before I headed there, I bought a can of sardines, crackers, and a coke at a nearby store to have for lunch while at the pier, at the little shelter about halfway to the far end.

As I pulled out of the store, there was a sorrowful-looking older woman standing nearby holding a sign made from a cardboard flap that had one word emblazoned across the front – hungry. I stopped and rolled down the window as she came over to the car. The first thing I asked before I handed her the ten-dollar bill was, “Do you need prayer?” She didn’t hesitate. “Do I ever!” and she proceeded to tell me the story of her present condition. I didn’t try to stop her since I know that people in her situation often need solace and someone to listen to their plight. I made the prayer short and sweet (no showboating- it was the right thing to do.) I gave her the money and left her with a smile on her face.

And so, I made my way down to my most favorite place in the world, but not without slight trepidation upon bumping into Bill again. Bill is a collector of knives and always has at least two on his person, especially on the pier. The extremely sharp one is to fillet fish with, and He is very deft with that razor-sharp implement. As a matter of fact, I filmed a short video of him a while back filleting a Mackerel with swift and deliberate strokes only a pro could execute.

In any case, the last time I talked to Bill, I had paid him a visit at his condo to share the good news of the Gospel with him, and my visit ended with him telling me that he wasn’t interested, as he was reading a treatise written by an atheist on the foolishness of being a believer in Christ. I figured that would be the last I would speak to him and that the next time he might even attack me with his fillet knife since atheists can be a little violent when provoked. But after thinking it over and since it was such a beautiful day, I decided to go to the pier anyway. So off I went.

After finishing my lunch, I got up to make my way toward the other end of the pier, looking down over the railing at the beautiful blue water as I made my way slowly, hoping to spot a fish or two. (I once saw a three-hundred-pound grouper come up and swallow a smaller fish whole. It was the biggest fish I ever saw.)

All at once, I heard a familiar voice call out, “HEY JIM, where have you been?” There was Bill, standing in front of me. “Come sit with me,” he implored. So, I sat with him on one of the many benches that dot the pier.

“Bill, how have you been?” I asked.

“The day after I saw you when you visited me, I was admitted into the hospital. I was there for days…. I thought I was dying. It’s so good to see you!”

I couldn’t help but believe God was trying to get his attention after our little visit.

We shared pleasantries and said our goodbyes, but just before he left, I asked if he would like me to pray for him. He responded with, “I may be an atheist, but I’ll take a prayer anytime.” (Actually, I think he’s an agnostic.)

That’s what I like about being a one-on-one evangelist – the challenge and resulting surprises.

Since I love the ministry of reaching out to others, I’ve made a determination that I will also focus on the Millennials after finding that they enjoy listening to me and my encouraging words. (People love talking about themselves, about their hopes and dreams, and I’m garnering younger people as acquaintances as well.)

With multitudes dying in their sins and with the upcoming generations having lost all sense of purpose and direction in life, we can only expect that full-blown apostasy will prevail in the days ahead.

According to a survey, Millennials are “far more likely” than other generations to:

  • Define success in life as happiness, personal freedom, or productivity without oppression.
  • Consider an abortion performed to reduce personal economic or emotional discomfort to be morally acceptable.
  • Consider premarital sex with someone expected to be their future spouse to be morally acceptable.
  • Deem reincarnation a real possibility.
  • Be liberal regarding fiscal and social policies.
  • Champion liberal theology.
  • Be among the “Don’ts”—people who either do not know if God exists, do not believe that He exists, or do not care if He exists.

The nexus to this problem is that with such an attitude and mindset – truly the time of God’s wrath and tribulation period are close at hand. Albeit, we shouldn’t be surprised since so many so-called believers were worshiping idols of flesh and blood and paid little or no attention to the demonic indoctrination that was happening to our prodigy on all sides.

Young people cannot think for themselves; their brains aren’t yet fully developed, and they haven’t yet learned from experience the things they will be facing in the future. They need guidance and correction, and we foolishly only gave them encouragement to think for themselves and let them play video games endlessly while taking no thought for tomorrow.


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